The Snailtastic Runner
Monday, 21 December 2020
Evelyn Esme Worrall - Birth Experience
Friday, 12 June 2020
"Oops, We Did it Again" Baby McClelland-Worrall Due 24/12/2020
I then signed up to the Newport marathon with my new running friend, Ally. Training was going relatively well, except for getting the flu at the start of the Christmas period. I was so ill, that it ruined my Christmas and my daughters 2nd Birthday entirely. After that, I completed my 17 mile training run in March. I was in agony with my left knee in the last 4 miles. It had been playing up an awful lot since I started marathon training. I self diagnosed it as ITB syndrome and put my weak glutes down as a reason for the potential flare up. After I finished in pain, but happy of the achievement I opened my phone to be told our gym was to be closing in accordance with GOVT guidelines over Coronavirus, just that Monday before I was told that they we not going to keep the 24hr gym open, whihc meant my night job hours were to be gone. I was in a state of limbo thinking i was jobless, but my manager said to leave it with her. Since then, its taken a while to develop into a full furlough hermit, and there is no way can you define what a 'normal' way of living is anymore. Not going to lie, I have really enjoyed the family time, as Jake was too furloughed, and has only just gone back this week. Newport has been cancelled for a second time. Originally scheduled for April, then October. I sincerely doubt i'll get a running event in anytime this year.
So I made a target of walking 10,000 steps a day for a whole month (I did so successfully). I even got my bike back from my Mums and cycled around the beautiful countryside, I ran 4-5 miles every other day. I was determined to not become a couch potato with this lockdown. I decided that training through the summer for a October marathon was not my thang. As I've said many times before, I'm sooooo not a summer runner. As a result, I sold my marathon place, and wanted to focus on the new date for the Coventry Half in November.
I think everyone can collectively say it has been a crap 2020. But for me, there was a light at the end of the tunnel. On 21st April, I went for a run. Albeit, through some public footpaths (farmers fields, over sties). I dismissed my utter lack of pace due to the different terrain. The wind was blowing, it wasn't hot. When it spat me out to a road I knew, I realised, Ah this is all downhill. it'll be a breeze until I get to Ratcliffe Road. Perfect. Not a week before on this stretch of road I ran a 9:35 minute mile, I felt strong. But suddenly I felt energy-less. I was running a 12 minute mile according to my Garmin, and my heart rate (going downhill) was rocketing. This was not normal, I thought. I was a day late for my period. Not unbeknown for me, I could go 3-4 days sometimes. I had all symptoms of an impending period, but alas she didn't bleed! I noticed my urine looked strange, not cloudy, but like a haze of oily stuff on top which was again, strange. My tatas looked mahoosive too. I sat and played Call Of Duty for a couple of hours trying to piece together what was going on with me. I had a Sunday Dinner the week before and awoke to a funny metallic taste in my mouth. I dismissed it cause I was a tramp and forgot to brush my teeth. I blamed the beef having been between my teeth for 12 or so hours. I remembered I had a digital Clear blue test for emergencies only. Whats the harm in taking it. I was so sure it would be the same old negative response.
Its important to note that me and Jake, once we had gotten over the horrors of the newborn, no sleep stage indeed agreed we wanted another, eventually. With me being an only child, and Jake being one of 4, I seen how close they all were. I didn't want Freya to be an only child. I was spoilt to shit being an only child. My Mum and Dad made sure I didn't want for anything. The best thing was i didn't have to share with no mofo. But then again, I remember how lonely it was at times. Not in the years when Martin and Mum were together, Martin is more of a kid than me, and would invest a lot of time playing video games after work with me and doing general stupid kid stuff. Me and Mum started horse riding and eventually got Guinny which made us closer than ever before. It was more after they split that I thought that I could have done with a sibling. The teenage hormones settled in, and all the different emotions had developed more prominently, along with exam pressure etc... My friends all had sibling. Most my cousins on both sides all had brothers and sisters, that they were close to bar one other on my Dads side. Just not me. Haha!
We decided to start trying in June 2019. I was in tears when aunt flo came every month after the first 3rd months of trying. I was monitoring my periods on an app, doing it around the right time and pissing on ovulation tests a week after my period to pin point when my egg was likely going to be released. I felt I was broken. I knew of people having their first and then they near enough straight away conceived with their second. I was wasting money on pregnancy tests left, right and centre and just being utterly disappointing when it came up negative. Jake was reassuring, saying if we've had Freya, we were likely to be blessed with another at some point. To peoples utter surprise, it took me and Jake 3 years for Freya. Although we weren't technically trying. I thought it would never happen, that one of us had some sort of fertility problem. I obviously didn't go round telling people this, as we were so young when we got together. We were still so naive. People would call us stupid for having unprotected sex. I found that the pill was causing me to get excruciating and constantly reoccurring UTI infections. So, I stopped taking them, the UTI's stopped and that was it. But its all good, Freya came at a good time in our lives. We were still young to some, but the timing was just perfect!
Okay back to that night. It was approaching 12:30am at night. Who in their right mind decides to take a preggo test at that time of night?! This dickhead, that's who!!! I slipped the cap on, looked away for 3 minutes and tadarrrrrr, the word 'Pregnant' appeared. I generally thought I'd be over the moon. Well I thought it definitely would be less of a shock than when I did the one with Freya. But nope, no tears of immediate happiness, it was panic. I ran downstairs to Jake who was gaming online with his brother and friends, I pulled his headset back and put the test directly in front of the computer monitor. Jake, also in shock calmly stated on the mic, "Yo guys, hold up my Missus is pregnant again". I ran upstairs and tried to call my Mum, she was obviously asleep. So the next point of call was my Sissy in law who answered and calmed me saying "Look, go to 2 different shops when you're 4 days late, and then re do them to make sure you haven't got some strange fake positive". I couldn't sleep the whole night. The tears of joy eventually came in floods, and my Mum rang back a 3am after having woken up downstairs, exceedingly groggy and said "Babe, this could have waited till the morning, but congratulations! Goodnight. I love you" Aha. Sorry Momma. I got a test from Lloyd's and Superdrug, as well as some some Folic acid and took them one after another and.... Nope. I definitely was pregnant!!
I decided to tell my Dad earlier this time. I think he took it so,so well. Ultimately, I believe he was gutted because I was due to start my Primary PGCE at Birmingham City Uni this September. There is still time Paps. This was also one of my disappointments actually. I decided that March was to be the last month we'd try. I'd get the coil re put in ready to gain a career. Things really do happen oddly don't they? Do I regret it. Nope. The Uni reassuringly said that all I have to do next year is re apply, email them and they'll instantly give me a unconditional offer again without having to go through their interview process. Winner, winner chicken dinner. But I'm still quite overly optimistic that i'll feel ready to reapply in a years time. After all, the Baby will only be going on 7ish months and child care is expensive. But I suppose I'll make the decision when the time comes.
Lastly, we're having another December baby. What makes is so significant and special to me is that the due date is the 24th December, which most know as my Nan's death anniversary. I definitely think she sprinkled some baby dust over us from up there!
Monday, 30 September 2019
Robin Hood Half Marathon 2019- 'Undulading and Flat'... The Understatement of the Year!
It's been 84 years... I mean half a year... 4 months since I'd ran beyond a 10k event. I lost focus, and put on some weight after my marathon. Not so much that I stopped altogether, I didn't fall out of love with running. I just simply had no focus or need to run any more than 4 miles.
I had a reality check and decided I needed to plan a half. I know I wanted to do Birmingham in October. But at that time in July I wanted something slightly nearer. So I stumbled upon this race. It was a quick decision. Either this or Northampton. I compared race reviews and this was 100% more attractive.
I started my 8 week plan. But since marathoning. I just haven't been able to up my pace. I feel I've hit a wall. That was what had got to me a lot in recent months. In the month of January, when I ran every day, I could definitely see on the stats side that I was progressing with speed. But now I'm finding it extremely difficult to get past a 31 minute 5k.
I started an 8 week plan and looked to Josh, who devises running plans to do a 5/6 week plan but just to help with speed. I knew by now, after 12 half marathons that 12 weeks was to long if I wasn't looking to improve my time. I went back to Pintrest to look for a plan and stumbled upon one which suited my liking. Training was great. I hadn't had a cold since just before May began. I was living. Then boom! Germ attack. Cold, sinus infection at the end of August. I got that peeved that I swallowed some Sinutab and just got one with my 5 and 8 miler that week. Big mistake. I felt awful. But I had to prove to myself that I wasn't going to let my stupid sinuses win once again. I tried so hard to not take antibiotics. Which was successful. I won. Screw you stupid sinuses.
A week and a half before race day my chest felt tight and uncomfortable. I was coughing. I had gained some form of a chest cold. Not a full raging one. I think I fended it off for my birthday weekend with vitamin C. Me and Jake went to Wales the week before the half and climbed Snowdon. It was incredible! But I thought to myself it isn't that bad- I'll just get on with it.
So race day came, and Vickie agreed to drive and my new awesome friend, Ally who runs to spectate. She's tapering to run her second marathon in Bournemouth this Sunday coming. Go Ally! (and Gemma!). The weather was awful throughout the night. Constant downpours. When we took Freya to my Dads before we hit the road, it was mental. We were doing 40mph on the M69 due to flash flooding. It died down and we arrived and gained parking really easily.
It was great to have gone to a Weatherspoons, been able to empty my bowels instead of queing for ages, turtleing in pain. That was an added bonus. By the time we reached Victoria Embankment it was near enough time to get into my colour zone, which was green. There was a mass amount of people. A great turn out, and before I knew it I was on my way through the start line with the aim of just finishing and enjoying running through another new city.
Mile 1- . It was congested somewhat, but a gentle mile to ease yourself into what was to come.
Mile 2 - What the hell is this monstrosity. We went from 97ft elevation to 179ft. But it was very sudden, sharp and unexpected. I thought, I can handle this. By this point it felt really humid. Which didn't feel to good.
5k around 34 minutes. Probably the worst time ever since coming back from pregnancy. But again we hit one of the biggest Inclines of the day again, it was brutally verticle. So from Lenton Road at about a mile and half onto Hardwick Road, then through a place called the Park Estate it was just constant hills. My God though, where some of these people rich. There was this one mansion. Beautiful it was, it was lovely to see, what looked like the lady who owned it outside cheering us on. She was slaying it. She looked so glam!
Mile 4. Hello downhill. You're most welcome. Ooo and hello gorgeous running man behind the lead vehicle. Mr number 1. He looked serious and fast. Very fast. I think he may have won the race too, well done to him. Apologies if you're married or partnered. I am to. But I'm allowed to gwap, slightly. Look don't touch senario. I think I still have time to get Jake to quit smoking and make him take up running. Maybe. As I distracted myself even more I seen even more elites running down the opposite side of the road at around 8 miles for them it would have been. I seen the 1st woman and she was about 5th or 6th. She too looked mega fierce.
I started pondering the ideas that if it was in our genes as to if we are naturally gifted with speed in long distance running, or did it take being sporty and pushing hard when you were young, maybe pushy parents even? I was definitely a lazy shit as a child/teenager. Most thought that having a fitness instructor as a mother meant I was going to be this super fit, good in every sort, athletic child that ate really healthy. I remember a member in my tutor in year 8 saying, "If your Mum is a fitness instructor, why are you fat?" like, how savage? Kids can be so brutal, can't they? I laugh at it now though. Doubt that person has or will ever run a marathon, or a half for that matter. My favourite was, "I bet all you eat at home in rabbit food" ie salad. Nope I was a chubby little being, eating Nutella sandwiches and other snacky stuff that was bad for me in my school lunch, then going home and demolishing a full on pizza by myself. At school, I just wanted to play Football, Rounders and Netball, not run stupid, tedious laps around the track, and definitely not embarrass myself with how I was struggling to even walk the 12 minute Cooper run of death. My mother never forced me to be like her. She let me partake in her classes when, and if I wanted to. No pressure. I made that decision for myself. Come year 10/11, I became more aware of my eating habits, took GCSE PE (saying that I remember getting into a debate with my tutor at the time, refusing to partake in Sports Day because athletics just was not me! I hid all day because I didn't want to do it!!). I started taking advantage of going to my mums classes after school. I decided for myself that I want to be like my mother. P.s my schoolhood wasn't bad. I was the class clown and quite naughty for the majority, but I made people laugh. That's what I like to do. Even now!
Back to the mile 5 and 6. It was beautiful through Wollaton Deer Park. I seen no deer though. But the support was amazing here. From mile 6 I really felt like I was upping my game. I was finding my stride and settling into my pace. Then I said to myself, 'Ooiiii. Calm you titilala's Coley, you still got 6 miles to go." It was here I decided it was time for an energy gel. Being as unorganised as I was I stupidly got the Karrimor energy gels from Sports Direct. I was skeptical. But I couldn't think of any other place at last minute that would supply the SIS ones. My God, Lord above they tasted hurrendous, I had two gulps and binned it on the way out of the park. Its a no from me. The texture was thick. Thicker than SIS and it tasted very salty and sweet (not like that, Karen!) I think if Bear Gryls said that drinking you own piss made you full of energy, I'd rather have done that instead.
Mile 7 and 8. From here on out it was my kinda race. Ie what I'd define as 'flat' and steady. Manageable if you will. We double backed onto where we seen the elites running back to base, through one of the University of Nottingham campus'. It was here I witnessed a very bouncy, cheerful woman run ahead whilst maintaining a conversation (looking back and not in front of herself) with someone she'd overtaken. She then tripped and fell over a cone on the road. Thankfully she got straight up, said she was fine after us all asking if she was okay and carried on.
I don't remember much of mile 9 or 10 really. I noticed that the mile markers were slightly out by 0.1of a mile in actual 0.2 according to my Garmin. I witnessed a gent that was receiving medical treatment from the ambulance crew assuming he'd collapsed. It always sends a shiver down my spine, I hope he was okay. I always thank whoever is upstairs for letting my run and finish all my races. Not long before a Marshall was tending to a 2 ladies who were being sick and stretching their legs through, I can only guess, cramp maybe? I must admit this race seen the most casualties at the side of the course than I've ever seen before. Not to scare anybody or anything.
Mile 11 and 12. Always notable when you see a guy dressed up as a gorilla, who was holding a cage with a fake human inside. He did great. He had such a good way to keep everyone motivated. At about 12.5 miles as we were running back into the Victora Embankment he said, "WERE LOVING THIS AREN'T WE GUYS. NEVER THOUGHT OF ANYTHING BETTER TO DO ON A SUNDAY Morning, EY?!" Made me laugh.
Mile 13. I was back into the centre of the park. I was getting emotional. Especially because they had John Denvers 'Take Me Home' on the stereo. Just because it was countryfied, it just reminded me of my late Nan. I sucked up the slight tear and dug deep. I was really struggling. They'd had to lay straw too to make it less slippy. The finishing straight opened up with 200 meters to go. I passed the line and realised I could still in fact cover this distance in a time of 2:31:41.
I thoroughly enjoyed this race. Although, at first I really regretted signing up due to the hills I was encountering in the first half. I felt like a failure till about mile 5. Then I found an inner peace, and the miles flew by until about mile 11 when I started to feel it in my quads. But overall it was well managed, the marshals and the supports was amazing and it only starting slightly spitting 2 times throughout, despite this it was slightly muggy. But yes. I'll definitely go back!
Wednesday, 8 May 2019
Belfast Marathon- Irish People Galore and Misjudgement of Course Measurements
The build up to Marathon Day wasn't as expected. Yes I did my longest run, but I did gain a cold and sinus infection after. I tried not to let it get the better of me. But it did. After my 3 miles on the treadmill the Monday before race day, I did nothing due to getting another sore throat and tickly cough- AGAIN! If there was a medal for the illest person during taper week the award would surely go to me.
It's been a mix of emotions since Sunday. I was told to prepare for the worst whilst I was away, our family dog, Jasper sadly went to sleep yesterday. My mum and stepdad were going to do it Sunday, but decided to wait until I got flew home on the Monday so I could say my last goodbye to my beloved fluffy man. He'd been there for half of my life--well since 2004. RIP my fluffy man. So this post is dedicated to you. He wasn't just a dog. He was family through and through.
The flight out was easy and stress free, we got an Uber to our accommodation which wasn't too far either. We were met by the hosts who were effectively letting us live in their house for 2 nights. If they weren't the heart and sole of great Irish hospitality I don't know what is. I'd had many people say before we went, 'Why Belfast? You have to be so careful what you say and where you stay as its still quite dangerous, they don't like the English.' Nonsense. I felt safe and under no threat at all. Jennifer, Paul and their Mammy (I didn't get her name unfortunately) went out of their way to cooked us spag bowl and garlic bread, got beers and fruit in, had a necessity hamper that was free to use if we'd forgotten any essentials, it was lovely.
They too were running on the Sunday and offered some amazing advice on the new route and how to easily access the start and finish and which taxis were the best.
After they left we ate and chilled out. My friend Lizzy was suppose to be coming but unfortunately couldn't, so Jake managed to get the time off work, but we had different flights because the same flights had gone up in price. I love Jake, but I got really worried with him having to catch a later flight. So much so we made him come to the airport with me and Vickie for 3:30pm and showed him which gate to go down so he couldn't accidentally board a flight elsewhere. Fortunately he arrived safely. I was so happy to see his gleaming face.
I went to bed around 11:00pm and got up for 6am. I was appearensive to say the least. I hadn't ran in 3 weeks properly, I felt as though I was getting poorly again. It just wasn't ideal at all.
We ordered a taxi to get the start to which the gentlemen driving actually lived in Coventry for 5 years. In fact, he actually lived on Beake Avenue where my mum currently lives. Such a small world.
We followed the mass of runners into Stormont Park. My God. The dread filled me when we had to trek up a massive hill. Jake joked around like, 'what was the new course description? Flat and fast. Yeah right!' To which I responded with a hesitant giggle.
The start wasn't as structured as I'd anticipated. I didn't set off till 9:15am, as I had no idea the marathon had already been set off at 9am! I pushed my way through the fun run, 9 mile walkers and the marathon relay and got over the start.
We headed right out of Stormont onto a main road called Upper Newtownards Road. The one thing in Belfast I did like was the width of the roads, I'd love to learn to drive here, I'd have no fear of my really bad lapse of judgment when going down a road with parked cars either side. I get so panicked about hitting them or the on coming cars.
The support were out in their masses. It was great. My first mile I believe I got a bit excited, baring in mind I'd set a 12/12:30 min/mile pace as average the first came in at 10:59.
The second mile came in just a, s we were turning onto Beersbridge Road it was here that I made the reference to my watch and the mile markers, which were out by at least 0.15 of a mile. Mile 2- 11:11.
The 5k stage, I really noted at least a 0.30 mile of a difference from my watch buzz to the visual marker. Mile 3 was onto Castlereagh Road 11:24. Now I was really heading towards a desirable pace.
I put race predictor on my watch settings just to see what time I'd likely finish in. It was looking optimistic, fluctuating between 4:45 to 4:50. Then I came back to reality. We were only 5k into the race. No way could I maintain this pace throughout the entire race.
Mile 4, 11:47. Onto Montgomery Road. Past the first industrial estate of the day. Very boring.
Mile 5, 11:31. Cregah Road. I decided to carry my hydration pack. But didn't carry the bladder for the simple fact of water stations. However, to this point I started to worry. I'd seen no official marshals on water stations. Maybe I was in my own world. Don't get me wrong, the church support was amazing. They were not short of water and jelly babies. But I was still surprised to say the least.
Mile 6, 11:58. Onto Woodstock Road, round and into Ormeau Park - the to be finish. It was beautiful. But at the same time, it dawned on me about how much longer I'd be out before I'd see this park again, at least over 4 hours. How cruel.
Mile 7, 11:42. My friend Lizzy rang asking about my progress. I said to this point it was okay. Nothing spectacular with regards to the route. The support was spectacular from the locals. On the positive side, the route was fast and fairly flat, bar a couple of sharp, short inclines. Nothing too taxing on the legs. Mile 7 the course measurements really did mess up. It was half a mile from the time my watch beeped till when I seen the official marker. Dam, what was going wrong? This is something you really didn't want to see so early on in a marathon.
Mile 8, 12:05. Onto Ormeau Road. The main road to the centre. It was my first sights of the centre. It was beautiful too. The old style buildings stood high. It reminded me of Nottingham or parts of London.
Mile 9, 11:33 Chichester Street. More of the centre.
Mile 10, 11:05. Onto Donegal Road. We actually passed Travanagh Street which was where we were staying.
Mile 11, 11:59. Boucher Road. A massive shopping complex, built like an industrial estate. Lost of fast food, which I could of murdered. That's another thing. On the route we went past a lot of KFC. Hmm mm. Yummy in my tummy. But again cruel.
Mile 12:24. I could tell my legs had slowly started the deterioration stage. I knew from now on in, my legs would start to get gradually more uncomfortable.
Mile 13, 12:01. Upper Lisborn Road. Turning right, away from KFC. NOOOOOO. Onto Finaghy Road. Haha. Such a cool name. I'm pretty sure my half marathon. Was just over 2:31. I'd say that was pretty ideal.
Mile 14, 12:41. These 12 min/miles were becoming more apparent. Which was fine. I was still on target pace. Onto Andersontown Road. Another industrial estate. I was becoming pretty bored now. The lack of sight seeing was really starting to lose my interest, it just made me want the miles to be over as quick as possible.
Mile 15-16 (12:47), (12:42). Consistent. I was starting to flag. The inclines were becoming more evident. I was really starting to struggle.
Mile 17 12:44. Lanark way a very down trodden industrial estate. Boring. Here, I decided to put a playlist id made a while ago with all my Nans line dancing tunes. I put this on repeat and tried to forget the blandness of the route.
Mile 18, 14:18. The Shankill hill really done me in. It started to drizzle a little. I wanted it to be over. I'd lost all motivation and walking was becoming more apparent. My calfs were screaming at my. My mid back was surely starting to ache from pounding the hard tarmaced surface.
Mile 19, 13:57. Alliance Avenue. It was here that I came across a gentleman, he had to be in his 50's, carrying a army style backpack with a big sign of his chosen charity on the top. I couldn't imagine how heavy it was. It looked bloody heavy. Whether or not it was 15/20kg I was in awe of this guy. I followed him overtaking him then him overtaking me until 24 miles. What a guy. Fair play. I seen him finish not long after me as we were exiting the park.
Mile 20, 13:40. We went round a beautiful park and I met a lady who was walking her relay section due to gaining concussion. 3 weeks before. Her wise words, "I'm not killing myself over it. You see people getting into right states over timings". It's true. People collapse at the finish line to of races. Overexertion can kill. Scary. You wouldn't think running is dangerous. With an underlying medical condition it can well be. A man running this same event in his 50's only last year lost his life. For some it's an amazing day, testing you limits, for some families its a painful reminder. Always kiss your partners or hug whoever accompanies you to an event. I always do.
It was at this point my Mum and Lizzy facetimed me. They said how well I looked. And then Lizzy said, do you want to see Jay, Jay. She turned the camera and there he was snuggled into her lap. I cried. My Mum said the night before if he deteriorated anymore they'd have put him to sleep that day. But wouldn't have told me until I'd finished the marathon. I was elated to see his fluffy face. But crying and running is hard, especially after 20 gruelling miles. Just at that moment a supporter seen my face and the tears and shouted, 'Are you okay love, do you need a hug?!'. Bless her heart I quickly shuffled on, after telling her I was fine and I didn't want to stop and how grateful I was for her offer.
Mile 21 12:57, onto Duncairn Gardens and N Queens Street. To head back onto the outskirts of the town centre.
Mile 22, 13:08. Loo stop. I had nothing left in the tank. I was faltering so bad, my body felt lifeless. I was having to really put effort to go from a walk to a shuffle. It really was a shuffle now.
Mile 23, 12:57. A flat run along the side of the river. Across the river you could here the finishers tannoy welcoming runners home from Ormaeu Park. Ooo. How bad I wanted to be done. I was back to see Mr Backpack Guy. Bless him. He looked so tired.
Mile 24, 13:36. Over the bridge and back up and boy do I mean up Ormaeu Road. Horrific. Absolutely Horrific. What sadistic piece of shite put that incline in. I salvaged some Jelly Beans. Oo they were a yummy delight.
Mile 25, 14:08. We'd finally peaked and turned left to run back down into the park. The adrenaline surged through me. This marathon was nearly over. I was near to glory. Well... so I though. That was far from the truth. But my body rejuvenated some sort of energy from somewhere. Some bounce back to my stride.
Mile 26, 12:25. So close to the fini... Hold on. I don't see no finish anywhere. Where's the mass amount of people welcoming us home. It was just full of spectators walking in one direction or the other. People who'd already gained their glory and their beasty medal and amazing looking finishers Tee.
26.20 miles... ***buzz, buzz*** I look at my watch. Marathon PB achieved. 5:25:55. Still no finish line. :(. Seriously. You're teasing me now. It went on for what seemed eternity. Then we went back out the park!!! Nooo. What the actual FUCK!!
I finally seen mile 26 on the flags. My watch was 26.60 miles by this point. There were 3 gents in front. The one in the middle was really, really struggling. They were taking him under each arm. Saying, "come on mate. Don't stop now. We're so close. You can't!". I ran past them and gave them a little encouragement.
The crowds were starting to thicken. This must be the end surely? They were shouting "Come on. Once you've turned this corner you can see the finish.". They weren't lying. I could see it. I wasn't hallucinating.
I ignited whatever speed I could to get to that finish line. I didn't even clock the photographers. I finished. I'd bloody done it. My second marathon had been completed!! At times during this race I didn't think I could complete this. I wanted to pull out so bad. But I'd beat the demons in my head. It was over.
A Marshall could clearly see how happy I was and said, "Grab you medal round there. You deserve it. Then you can have a good cry" and by God I bloody did. I walked out trying to find Jake and I shit you not. There was a spotlight on him from above, radiating his beautiful face as I looked directly forward, he was standing there looking around for me. I ran into his arms and just cried into his chest. He said how proud of me he was of me. We walked out of the way of the finishers village and I said to him, "I just need to sit. Let me sit down for a second. I'm in agony" he gotten me some. Joggers and my hoody. He had to take my trainers off, and I winced in bad as he touched my deformed heel (me and my Mum both suffer from haglunds deformity of the heel. It grows a extra bit of bone. If you look side on. My heel has a little spur sticking out if you like. That's the best way I can describe it). After this we got the shuttle bus to the centre and then a cab back to the house.
I had a well deserved soak in the bath. We then headed back into Belfast Centre for some dinner. I was so hungry. I hadn't eaten since 6am properly. I was in pain and hangry. It wasn't a good combo. Because it was the day before bank holiday and because of the marathon, everywhere was rammed. You can imagine how angry I was getting when in every bar/restaurant we went to, we were met with a 45min wait and that was just for a table. I said to Jake. For goodness sake. I knew we should have chilled back at the house and ordered a takeaway. We finally got seated rather quickly in Pizza Express and the food was delicious. Obviously we walked to a pub and drank a pint of Guiness as a must in any part of Ireland and went home to bed.
I didn't know my time until later that night. But in between that, I seen press releases on BBC sports news that the lead car went the wrong way twice and the race director admitted full liability for the course measurements being out by 0.30 of a mile. Well put it this way. My watch said 26.97 miles when I clicked stop. But let's face it. It was a new route. These are mere teething problems. It happens. However gutted I was as my watch paused when I went to the loo also, so I didn't have a concrete finishers time. Fair play to Belfast marathon. They issued readjusted times. In which mine came in at 5:33 oppose to 5:41 online. I swear that was the gun time. In my opinion I think it was more to 5:31. But. Who cares. I'll take 5:33. Its a personal best by 5 minutes from the Hull marathon in 2016. Its now Wednesday following race day, and everything seems to feel relatively back to normal. I'm aiming to go out tomorrow for a recovery 5k.
Next event is the Birmingham 10k at the end of this month. Again the route has been changed and I'm not overly excited for it. It looks really bloody bland. Running across and back on yourself on a dual carriageway/main road. But we shall see. I was going to sit it out this year. But I couldn't bring myself to do it. I have done this event every year without fail. It was my second ever proper event in the running world.